He was my brother

He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he died

Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin' place

He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong

He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free
He died so his brothers could be free

El era mi hermano

el era mi hermano
cinco años mas Viejo que yo
el era mi hermano
veinty tres años el dia que murió

escritor de libertad
ellos maldijeron mi hermano su cara
ve a casa extranjero
este pueblo va a ser tu lugar donde quemes

el estaba cantando en sus rodillas
una pandilla enojada con rastro
le dispararon a mi hermano m uerto
porque el odiaba lo que estaba mal

el era mi hermano
no puedo traerlo de regreso
el era mi hermano
y el murió para que sus hermanos pudieran ser libres
el murió para que sus hermanos pudieran ser libres